I was slightly out of it earlier and it seems I hid my keys from myself. Not car keys. No. The keys to my flat. I found them (after about a million years) under a crushed Diet Coke can under a backpack that I haven't gone near for a month, in a corner of my room that requires mild acrobatics to reach. They could only have been put there on purpose. You're an idiot, me. Maybe, working back from the losing of the keys, a mystery will unravel. Probably not.